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I want to build a bridge
to my brothers in the hood
You know the ones rockin the mic
With a flow that’s tight
Movin to the beat and
Wildin in the street
Selling drugs to eat
Or just to make ends meet
But the revolution will not be penetrated
So faggots are not allowed
To be a part of the cool crowd
And I am a faggot from way back
When being gay started being whack
And I confess to a ill spent childhood
Loitering around institution of higher learning
when I should have been hanging in the hood
swigging forties and chasing shawties
learning ebonics like
fo’ shizzle my nizzle
and you know that’s rizzle
so I have no street cred
and giving head
really is not allowed
so I am more likely to get beat down
and put down and labeled a clown
so I listen to rap songs
secretly getting my ghetto groove on
while waiting way too long
for another day
when I can say
where the hood
where the hood
where the hood at?
Where the hood
Where the hood
Where the hood at?
But the revolution will not be penetrated
Assimilated or contemplated
so brothers like me are hated and equated with being
soft lost and a just plain disgrace
to the black race
a proclaimed threat to the family
brainwashed by white society
into practicing sodomy
and sho nuff crazy
not to accept the gifts of the black lady
making many chocolate babies
of course I don’t have to stick around
to support them or hold them down
making them is enough
to prove I am tough
got to get ready to do my bid
in the pen to show I’m no kid
then I’ll start hanging my pants off my ass
to dismiss any rumors that I have class
or a future or any rhyme or reason
for being other than too bad too sad
and too glad to be definitely had
I am dying faster than any one else
On this earth
We are dying faster than any one else
On God’s green earth
But that is ok because
We don’t know our own worth
So why should we care
Whether we will be here
Another day another year
I really want to build a bridge to my brothers
Because black men loving black men
Loving black men loving black men
Is a revolutionary act
And that is a fact
I been trying to get at
For many many many years
Confronting homo-panic fears
About being too close to queers
Like it is gonna rub off
Like it can be spread by a cough
Or a handshake
Deliberate stare or
A hand place on the right derriere
You see we have special powers
That makes us able to convert
A decent home-boy in a single night
To superman we are like kryptonite
Ruining good brothers in the fight
Never mind the fact
That they are wasting there time
And neglecting their minds
Bravado is king
And damn everything
That matters to the community
Dying with your timbs on
Is way more appealing than
Getting your education or job on
Black on black on black on black
Violence should be whack
But we love that
So don’t focus on what that’s getting at
Like internalized racism and self-hate
You need only concentrate
On whether I am straight
Because the revolution can not be
Penetrated
Assimilated
Contemplated
Penetrated
Assimilated
Contemplated
Penetrated
Assimilated
Contemplated
And black men loving black men
Loving black men loving black men
Should always be hated
So I guess I will not be building that bridge
To my brothers in the hood
As long as they think I am no good
But that does not negate the fact
That loving each other will always be
A revolutionary
A revolutionary
A revolutionary act
And that is a fact!